Day 22 – candlelight
Bucky was nervous. He'd invited Clint over to his house for dinner. They'd been on several dates out and about the city, but this was the first time he'd offered to cook for him. He didn't want to make pizza; it seemed like that was all they ever ate when he and Clint were together. Bucky called his best friend, Steve, for advice. After listening to several suggestions and tossing ideas like bringing home hot dogs from the cart on the corner, he'd finally decided on a simple stroganoff, tossed salad, and a simple sponge cake topped with strawberries for dessert.
The doorbell rang as Bucky was placing the salad bowl on the table. After quickly checking to make sure everything was to his satisfaction, he hurried to the door, took a deep breath to settle his nerves, and opened the door. "Hey, come on in."
Clint smiled and walked into Bucky's apartment. "Smells good." Clint removed his coat. Bucky took it from him and hung it up in the closet. "What are we having?"
"Stroganoff for the main dish." Bucky took Clint's hand and led him to the table. "It's still got a little time left to cook, so I've got some salad for us." Clint sat down, and Bucky insisted on serving the salad. The two made small talk until the timer went off. As soon as Bucky took the pan out of the oven, the lights flickered, and the apartment became dark. "Crap, someone must've farted or belched again and blew the transformer." Clint laughed, admitting his complex must be on the same grid because his building had the same issues. "I was hoping not to make this date too cheesy, but I'll have to dig out the candles."
"Nothing wrong with dinner by candlelight, babe," Clint said. "There are advantages to the situation. We'll need to cuddle to keep each other warm in front of the fireplace."
Bucky smiled. "I knew there was something I liked about you."